Well, I can see it when I look in your eyes
When you think of love
You think of compromise

It's no big disgrace
There's no loss of grace
The trouble is there's always someone there to take your place
And the trouble is you don't believe that it's true
When the sun goes down there's something left for you

The trouble is I see you missing so much
While you're knocking on all the wrong doors
Looking for some angel's touch
You think she's everything you're dreaming of
The trouble is those angels never fall in love